Pumpkin pie pumpkin pie
Why why why!
The thought of you leaving makes me cry.
I cannot lie,
The love I have for you is undeni…able.
Your sweet delivery can pry,
But like always I’ll see you next time!

pumpkins are orange
owls say “whoo”
fall spices be spicy
and so are you, Boo

Pumpkin spice has come again.
Eat it in the sun.
Drink it in the rain.
Perhaps there’s too much hype in the air.
But it’s the taste of autumn
And that’s quite fair.

Pumpkin Spice some love some loathe
They ponder if they are tasting nutmeg or clove
Every year it appears a little earlier
For this I am thankful because each month without it I grow surlier
I love it’s flavor in lattes, chocolate and bread
If I lose this contest I will be filled with dread.

Under shade of crimson leaves, the pumpkin patches rise,
swirling into our drinks, our cakes, our candles, our pies,
an auburn spell of warmth, a holiday before the holidays,
not apple crisp, nutmeg, or cinnamon compare to the craze.

Through hay rides and apple bobbing, the sugar rush of Halloween,
we sprinkle pumpkin spice onto any and everything,
wine, shampoo, and dog treats—we may’ve had our fill,
but will always await the harvest at fall’s first chill.

Pumpkin is orange
fell on a door hinge
hurt both my knees
give me chocolate please

Autumn’s charm, pumpkin spice in the air, From lattes to cookies, it’s everywhere. Cinnamon’s warmth and nutmeg’s sweet trace, In verses, celebrate its cozy embrace.
Cozy fireside chats and leaves afloat, Pumpkin spice, in every bite, a joyful note. Season’s treasure, let’s savor the delight, In this fall flavor, our hearts take flight.

Oh pumpkin spice, is it that time of year yet?
Falling leaves and flannels, that bitter chill in the air,
I first tasted you in coffee, but I hadn’t yet explored:
Pumpkin rolls, pumpkin delights, and what about the pie?
Sweet with a hint of spice and a scent impossible to resist,
Your seasoning is the flavor the gross treats have missed!
Can autumn last forever, so we don’t have to say goodbye
You’re my absolute favorite – I shouldn’t have to tell you why ;)

~ Pumpkin Spice ~
To love or to hate you. There’s no in between.
Almost always late to every Halloween
Is this nausea or pleasure? It’s one or the other.
Thankfully I was raised right…
by a Pumpkin Spice loving mother.

PU for pure happiness as the taste tingles my tongue yet again
after a year of seemingly endless waiting
M for melt-in-your-mouth
savory tang of cinnamon meeting smooth autumnal allspice
P for purchasing lattes, chocolates, gummies, soups, cookies, cakes
until my wallet groans and my bank account complains
KI for kisses exchanged with a loved one equally obsessed
the taste of October’s sweetest spice on both our lips
N for November, end of an era, ghouls and ghosties put back to bed as
the “mint”-er wins begin to blow and peppermint relentlessly pushes on,
succeeding pumpkin yet again

In autumn’s embrace, pumpkin spice we adore,
Its scent and warmth leave us craving for more.
Yet as the seasons change, we tire of its reign,
Love turns to resentment, a bittersweet refrain.
A dance of flavors, a constant tug-of-war,
Our love-hate relationship with pumpkin spice, forevermore.

How do I know it is pumpkin spice time?
Falling leaves and cooler days.
Pumpkin spice in every food and drink galore.
Dates at the corn maze.
Little sister says I don’t want any more.
I say give me more.